Атлант расправил плечи
In the Name of the Best among us
Containedinthesentencehehadheard,Franciscowasseeingthesunlightofspringontheopenlawnsofhomesacrossthecountry,hewasseeingthesparkleofmotors,hewasseeingtheglowofthesteelintherisingframesofnewskyscrapers,hewasseeingtheeyesofyouthlookingatthefuturewithnouncertaintyorfear.
ThesentenceReardenhadutteredwas:"Shewillprobablytrytotaketheshirtoffmybackwiththefreightratesshe’sgoingtocharge,but—I’llbeabletomeetthem."
Thefaintglitteroflightweavingslowlythroughspace,onthehighestaccessibleledgeofamountain,wasthestarlightonthestrandsofGalt’shair.Hestoodlooking,notatthevalleybelow,butatthedarknessoftheworldbeyonditswalls.Dagny’shandrestedonhisshoulder,andthewindblewherhairtoblendwithhis.Sheknewwhyhehadwantedtowalkthroughthemountainstonightandwhathehadstoppedtoconsider.Sheknewwhatwordswerehistospeakandthatshewouldbefirsttohearthem.
Theycouldnotseetheworldbeyondthemountains,therewasonlyavoidofdarknessandrock,butthedarknesswashidingtheruinsofacontinent:therooflesshomes,therustingtractors,thelightlessstreets,theabandonedrail.Butfarinthedistance,ontheedgeoftheearth,asmallflamewaswavinginthewind,thedefiantlystubbornflameofWyatt’sTorch,twisting,beingtornandregainingitshold,nottobeuprootedorextinguished
